feeling the weight of loss,
falling upon my shoulders.
my mind a mess,
of stones, rocks and boulders.
but then my hope rises like dawn.
and soon after,
the weight is now gone.
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flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
weight
feeling the weight of loss,
falling upon my shoulders.
my mind a mess,
of stones, rocks and boulders.
but then my hope rises like dawn.
and soon after,
the weight is now gone.
